Vocal Poetry: Or, A Select Collection of English Songs. To which is Prefixed, An Essay on Song WritingJ. Johnson, 1810 - 244 páginas |
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... pleasing performances . None of these , however , equal in beautiful and touching simplicity of language some of the French metrical pieces termed " Romances , " es- pecially those composed by Moncrif . But we are now got beyond the ...
... pleasing performances . None of these , however , equal in beautiful and touching simplicity of language some of the French metrical pieces termed " Romances , " es- pecially those composed by Moncrif . But we are now got beyond the ...
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... pleasing strokes of nature , though it contains some thoughts as strained and artificial as any thing in Italian pastoral . But poets of a much superior class have exercised them- selves in the pastoral song or ballad . Prior , Rowe ...
... pleasing strokes of nature , though it contains some thoughts as strained and artificial as any thing in Italian pastoral . But poets of a much superior class have exercised them- selves in the pastoral song or ballad . Prior , Rowe ...
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... pleasing productions of this kind exist , in which content , moderation , and the tranquil en joyment of life , are inculcated . There is another fund of moral senti- ment , if it may be so termed , from which both ancient lyric poetry ...
... pleasing productions of this kind exist , in which content , moderation , and the tranquil en joyment of life , are inculcated . There is another fund of moral senti- ment , if it may be so termed , from which both ancient lyric poetry ...
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... pleasing cares , and the free joys of wine . " To the French , Phillips assigns the reputation of surpassing all nations in the excellence of their songs , though he intimates that they are apt to con- found song with epigram . A ...
... pleasing cares , and the free joys of wine . " To the French , Phillips assigns the reputation of surpassing all nations in the excellence of their songs , though he intimates that they are apt to con- found song with epigram . A ...
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... pleasing pro- ductions have been the result of this idea of song - writing ; and that , in a collection for reading , the class of ingenious and witty songs would be found peculiarly attractive . In an arrangement of songs according to ...
... pleasing pro- ductions have been the result of this idea of song - writing ; and that , in a collection for reading , the class of ingenious and witty songs would be found peculiarly attractive . In an arrangement of songs according to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore Anacreon ANNA SEWARD beat surrender beauty beauty's bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath CELIA charms cheek CHLOE cold Countess of Bute cruel Cupid Damon dare dart dear delight despair disdain drest eyes face fair faithless fancy fate fear feel flag of England flame fond fondly frown gaze gentle give grace grief grove hate heart heaven hope JOANNA BAILLIE kind languish lips live look love's lover lyre maid melting valued mind ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain passion PHYLLIS pieces termed pity plain pleasing pleasure pride R. B. SHERIDAN rapture Sappho scorn shade shepherd sigh smile SOAME JENYNS soft song sorrows soul speak stormy tempests blow strain STREPHON swain sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou art thought thro tongue trembling Twas vows whene'er wound wretch youth
Pasajes populares
Página 166 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 8 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine. To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 47 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Página 10 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 10 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
Página 9 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ''Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 54 - No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Página 216 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Página 26 - When forced the fair nymph to forego, What anguish I felt at my heart! Yet I thought — but it might not be so — 'Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gazed as I slowly withdrew, My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Página 28 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...